Molded

John 1:47 New English Translation (NET Bible)

47 Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him and exclaimed, “Look, a true Israelite in whom there is no deceit!”

 

 

Molded

 

Is the value set by them who bathe in luxury?

Is it all a matter of price set by the well to do?

A painting, a car, a diamond or land priced in forgery.

What would the value be if no one paid the dues?

 

What is the material that it attracts our being?

What is that power that intrigues us to deeper?

Why are there no boundaries on our wants’ infrequencies?

Why does it harm us constantly from birth until reaper?

 

In rebirth, all these longings values surely are changing

or really they should as a new nature takes hold.

But so many lives of the reborn are materially saying

That not much has changed as the flesh decides its mold.

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Annette M Velasquez

Honest and beautifully expressed.The rhyme heightens the powerful message.

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